"Why, what's the matter?" ast the Missus.
"Nothin' at all's the matter," she says.
"Maybe just a lovers' quarrel," says I.
"No, and no lovers' quarrel, neither," says Bess. "They couldn't be no lovers' quarrel, because they ain't no lovers."
"You had me fooled, then," I says. "I'd of swore that you and Bishop was just like that."
"You made a big mistake," says Bessie. "I never cared nothin' for him and he never cared nothin' for me, because he's incapable o' carin' for anything—only himself."
"Why, Bess," says the Missus, "you told me just yesterday mornin' that you was practically engaged!"
"I don't care what I told you," she says; "but I'm tellin' you somethin' now: I don't never want to hear of him or see him again. And you'll do me a favor if you'll drop the subject."
"But where is he?" I ast her.
"I don't know and I don't care!" she says.